Echoes of Glory: FC Barcelona Imagine

⭑｡𖦹°‧ Wedding Dress (Ferran Torres and Fermín Lòpez.)

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You stood amidst the vibrant hall, surrounded by the joyful chatter of friends and family, the soft glow of twinkling lights casting a warm ambience over the room. It was a wedding day, not yours, but that of Maria—your best friend since childhood.

As you watched her radiant smile and the way her eyes sparkled with happiness, your heart couldn't help but ache with bittersweet nostalgia.

Fermín stood beside you, his gaze fixed on Maria as she danced with Ferran, her new husband. His fingers clutched his glass of champagne tightly, the bubbles inside fizzing like the conflicting emotions within him.

The song playing was a slow ballad, and as the lyrics filled the air, Fermín's voice softened as if lost in a distant memory.

"When the music starts, you will vow to spend the rest of your life with him," he murmured, his words barely audible over the music.

"How I prayed every night this day would never come."

You glanced at Fermín, seeing the longing in his eyes, the pain etched into his expression. You knew his story well—how he had once dreamed of marrying Maria, how he had hoped she would be his forever.

But life had taken its own course, leading Maria into the arms of another.

"Baby, don’t take his hand when he comes to you," Fermín whispered, almost pleadingly, echoing the song's lyrics.

"You should be my lady. I’ve been waiting for you
for so long. Look at me now."

You couldn't find the words to comfort him. Instead, you remembered the days when Fermín and Maria  were inseparable, when they shared secrets and dreams under the shade of the old oak tree in your neighborhood park.

Fermín had always been the quiet one, but his love for Maria had been as steady as the sunrise.

As the song continued, Ferran twirled Maria gracefully across the dance floor, their laughter blending with the melody.

They looked so happy together, so complete. It was what Maria deserved—a love that lifted her spirits and fulfilled her heart.

Fermín excused himself quietly, his footsteps echoing softly against the polished floor as he walked out onto the terrace. You followed him, knowing he needed a moment alone.

Outside, under the moonlit sky, Fermín leaned against the railing, his shoulders slumped with resignation. You stood beside him, the cool night air brushing against your skin.

"I always imagined her in a wedding dress," Fermín finally spoke, his voice tinged with sorrow.

"I wanted to be the one standing there with her, promising my forever."

You placed a hand on his shoulder, offering silent support. There was nothing you could say to ease the ache in his heart, but your presence spoke volumes.

"I guess life doesn't always give us what we want," Fermín continued softly, his gaze fixed on the stars above.

"She's happy, and that's what matters most."

You nodded in understanding, feeling the weight of his unspoken words. Sometimes, love meant letting go, even when every fiber of your being wanted to hold on.

"In the end," Fermín whispered, his voice barely above a whisper, "please be happy with him so that I can forget you. Please forget how miserable I looked. It’s going to be unbearably hard for me for a long while to come."

Tears welled up in your eyes, hearing his heartfelt plea. You hugged him gently, offering solace in the quietude of the night.

The stars above seemed to shimmer with empathy, as if understanding the gravity of unrequited love and the courage it took to wish happiness for another.

In the distance, the music swelled to a crescendo, filling the night with its poignant melody. Fermín took a deep breath, as if steeling himself against the pain.

"I'll be okay," he said finally, a hint of determination in his voice. "I just need some time."

You squeezed his shoulder gently, offering a reassuring smile. Together, you stood in silence, watching the stars glittering overhead, a silent witness to the ache of unrequited love and the beauty of letting someone you cherish find their happiness.

As the night wore on, you returned to the celebration inside, where laughter and joy continued to reign. Maria and Ferran floated past you, their eyes alight with love and promise for the future.

And as you watched them dance, you couldn't help but whisper a silent wish for Fermín—may he find his own happiness someday, may he find someone who would look at him with the same adoration and love that he had once held for Maria.

For now, though, you would stand by his side, a steadfast friend in the backdrop of someone else's love story, a witness to the ache and the beauty of unspoken words set to music on a wedding day.